I Am A Muslim Beggar Woman She Cried

I Am A Muslim Beggar Woman She Cried, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.

peeping from
prison of her
veiled cell
she cried
i was born
a woman
my dreams
died.. i beg
on the streets
my face from
others i hide
between me
my society
a huge divide
untouchable
looked down
upon by the rich
of my community
i step aside ,,
on the dark wings
of deaths raven
astride ..god
the maker tests
me she testified
i fall i rise ,,
but eventually
the down slide
time and tide
mocking the
soul of my
humanity
my womanly
pride ,, god
is my guide
no i am happy
sad solemnly
she lied
her palms
begging out
unashamedly
though her
hands tied


"God, our Maker, doth provide..."